Silent Rain

Family Untied June 14, 2010

I almost thought he’d forgotten this place existed.  Apparently, my brother occasionally remembers father and I exist.  I think he remembers mother too much when he visits.  Perhaps that will change?

While he was here, he seemed surprised by my hair colour.  I stopped using mother’s herbal wash recipe almost a year ago!  To be honest, I am uncertain why I continued to use it for so long after she died.  Habit, I suppose.  She use to insist it was a mark of our heritage, the power and profession of our line.  She used it on me early and even after her passing, I continued to use it.  I honestly had no clear idea what colour my hair would turn once I stopped using the wash.  He said he liked it, another remnant of that witch thrown out.

I remember mother largely ignoring him as we grew up.  When I was much younger, he was nearly always by my side, or just behind me, a loyal protector.  When my training started, he was always angry.  I think he knew what mother was doing.  She sent him away eventually.  I was told she forced him into the druids.

After that…Well, it wasn’t until after mother’s death that I saw my brother again, and even then his appearances were few and far between.  Father could use the extra support.  I hope Kalshen sticks around more this time, but it seems he doesn’t get along well with father either.

He asked me why we stay here said it was nicer, quieter in Feathermoon.  Mother haunts this place, for him.  I have more memories here than her, good memories.  My garden is here, our livelihood.  And father, he’s become an entirely different presence without mother around.  I hope Kalshen stays to see that, but I doubt he will.  Maybe I could persuade him to care for the sabres?  He always was better with that.  At least the fishing.

Father’s injury is still acting up, this is the longest.  I’m not sure I can continue handling all of this much longer on my own.